Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with JayHe was the baddest fuckin' man in the you. S. Of A.He had a rack of black jackets and some records to playAnd my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray

Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on GayeGod bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may layAnd now they're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blueSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firmHe was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a permHe was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earnedAnd you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned

We all miss him but his mission is completed and doneNever worry 'bout D and Dicka dj RunAnd don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fearThe only question we should ask is why are we still here?Because we're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blueSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' controlHe cut a record in a second, everybody was soldAlways open to the words that I had to sayAlways helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay

And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's ideaAnd since home is where the heart is homey, he's still hereAnd now we're

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blueSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You